Them Pancakes

The bin overflows

There’s food on the floor

And dishes are piled in the sink.

Children are dirty wee buggers,

Never stopping to think.

A game to be played,

A mess to be made,

A busy day firing on fuel.

I’ll clean up this place,

But – as a punishment –

I’m making a pot full of gruel.

 

See how they like them pancakes!

14 thoughts on “Them Pancakes”

    1. I’ll speak to my 15yr old. She’s the pancake queen. Every Saturday morning. And the syrup’s always presented in a little cup. One order coming up.x

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  1. I can almost picture it! Kind of makes me glad I have no kids – and certainly makes me respect those who have them and raise them without killing the kids or themselves 🙂

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